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Sep 21
poem 4 comments challenge: Say
Sarajaney

A Royal Address


Forgive me for not kneeling when you passed by.
I forgot
Whose presence I was in.

Forgive me, your highness
For not waiting for the scepter to lower
For you to grant me permission to speak 

Oh please forgive me!
I didn't see the purple robes
I didn't know I was in the presence of royalty 

If you can't forgive me I understand 
Tear me apart with knives 
Lay me on a bed of sharp nails
Poison me with toxic venom 
Let them see red blood in the streets 

It's what I deserve isn't it? 
How dare I not bow before the queen. 
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Posted: 09.21.17
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  1. Abby_Simmons
    Sep 21, 2017

    I love this poem, your word choice is so precise and the metaphor is so clear. Great job! Thanks for sharing!

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  1. Sarajaney
    Sep 21, 2017

    I'm glad my message was clear! Thank you

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  1. gg
    Sep 21, 2017

    Sara,

    I'd agree with Abby. I myself loved the dripping sarcasm. You don't go over the edge with it, it's still very biting and powerful.

    Well done.

    YWP founder. Current work: Instagram, Mastodon and https://geoffreygevalt.com
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  1. Sarajaney
    Sep 21, 2017

    Thank you so much.

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